Blanche could easily tell what Leslie meant. "Then drink it while it's hot, but be careful not to burn yourself."
Leslie, being a refined young lady, wouldn't get angry over a few casual words from Blanche. However, seeing that Blanche didn't care about her at all, and even looked down on her, Leslie felt displeased.
"What do you mean by that, Miss Blanche? I always know how to control the heat, and the flavor is rich and aromatic. Don't you want to try some?"
Leslie brought the coffee to Blanche's lips. Blanche was in no mood to drink coffee and was about to get up when she suddenly saw Leslie lean back, causing the steaming coffee to spill onto her fair arm.
At that moment, the door to the villa opened, revealing a tall man standing in the white light.
Blanche instantly understood.
As soon as Alan opened the door, he saw Blanche, who looked dazed, just like before, with that innocent expression and clear eyes. Unfortunately…